Mysterious Talent

"So, what the hell is this?"

Han Su picked up his small black suitcase and stood at the entrance of the Disaster Management Bureau base. Facing the dazzling sunlight and the free wind, he felt a moment of disorientation.

Zhang Chiguo wasn't found, so after the groups were assigned, the members of Work Group D1D2 were ushered out.

Thinking back on the past week, how could it have been so strange?

Well, he met Song Chushi, received a spell, and then got entangled in an incident involving a ghost truck and dead people. After that, he underwent a week of training, downloaded a program, received a certificate, and got an electric baton.

Was his identity different now?

In between, there was that incident where he blinked out of existence. Thinking about it, this whole week felt extremely grotesque.

"Let's go!"

But just then, a female voice rang out, "I'll give you a ride!"

Han Su turned around and saw an unexpected person: the black-suited female secretary who was always by Zhang Chiguo's side. She was dressed the same as always, black suit, black leather shoes. However, the patterns on the details of the clothes confirmed she had changed into a new outfit.

Could this woman be the type who only has a whole row of the same colored black suits in her closet?

What about her panties?

Han Su got lost in thought for a moment before snapping back to reality. He asked curiously, "Where's Uncle Zhang?"

"He has to go prepare some things. I'll take you back first."

Hearing this, Han Su couldn't help but frown. "Then when can I see him?"

The black-suited female secretary, Cui Qiao, didn't answer. Her small leather shoes clicked as she walked ahead, leading the way to the parking lot. They got into a tall black SUV. "Where do you live?"

"Gaoqiao District."

Han Su replied, "A small rented apartment. It's cramped and narrow, and on a high floor, so it's inconvenient to buy things."

He paused, then added, "Uncle Zhang should know that I don't have money. Even though I applied for a scholarship, I still need to work part-time to support myself, so I can only afford to live in a place like this."

Cui Qiao didn't seem to care about his words. She simply said, "Your economic situation will improve now that you've joined the Executive Department."

"Speaking of which, it's quite surprising that you were assigned to Group D2. This also represents your personal potential, survival probability, and hope of being promoted to investigator."

"Take a few days to rest and adjust to the change in your identity."

"If you had been assigned to Group D5D6, or even Group D3D4, you would already need to suspend your studies and even cut off social ties to serve in the Disaster Management Bureau. But since you're in D1D2, you can maintain your current social connections."

"Just be careful, all information within the Disaster Management Bureau cannot be spread around casually."

Cui Qiao instructed him as she drove. "For certain considerations, the Disaster Management Bureau adopts a more liberal management style for executive personnel with the potential to be promoted to investigator. This is a new experiment."

"But I hope you understand, this isn't because the Disaster Management Bureau is incapable of strict military-style management. Once you make a mistake and are demoted, you will lose many of your rights as a person."

"..."

Han Su understood what she was saying.

Weren't the members of Group D5D6 directly staying within the Disaster Management Bureau and managed there?

What's more, he had heard people mention the mysterious Group D7 during training, but he still hadn't met them.

As they spoke, Cui Qiao's car passed through Qinggang City's intricate network of elevated roads and bridges, gradually entering Han Su's residential area, Gaoqiao District. When they arrived downstairs from his building, she leaned out to take a look.

Her expression seemed a bit strange. "This is your little place?"

"Yeah, it's cheap."

Han Su got out with his backpack. "It's several hundred a month!"

Cui Qiao pursed her lips and also got out of the car. She followed Han Su through the heavily secured ground-floor lobby and took the luxurious tiled elevator all the way to the top floor. Then they entered a square and comfortably laid out small apartment. She slowly turned around:

"A high-end apartment in a bustling commercial district, with a dedicated butler and security, and a team of maintenance staff on rotation. The monthly rent is as much as..."

"...several hundred!"

"Hmm, it's quite reasonable. To be honest, although the layout is comfortable, the area is indeed not large."

"..."

"It's just that."

Han Su said, "It's on a high floor, and it's inconvenient to buy things... Delivery people always can't get up, so I have to go down and get it myself."

Cui Qiao was already getting a little displeased. "Want to switch?"

"But this was introduced by a friend."

Han Su added, "Actually, I used to live in a low-income rental in the slums. But my friend said this apartment of his had been empty for too long, and he was worried it would lose its 'energy', so he asked me many times to come and live here."

"But I still gave him the rent. After all, even between close brothers, accounts must be settled clearly."

"..."

Cui Qiao hesitated to speak. "You think this settles things clearly?"

"Of course, it doesn't settle things clearly. This kid specifically gave me a benefit. Even my laptop was a second-hand one he gave me."

Han Su laughed. "But it's okay. I wouldn't accept money directly from him, but if he finds a way to give me a benefit, I'll accept it. After all, he went to all the trouble to persuade me and go through all this, so if I don't accept it, wouldn't that be disrespectful?"

"Oh, right, are you staying for dinner?"

"The house only has instant noodles, want me to cook you a pack?"

"..."

"No need."

Cui Qiao snapped out of Han Su's peculiar theories and shook her head. Ignoring his connection with the rich young master, she slowly turned around.

Her gaze fell on a power outlet on the wall. She walked a few steps forward, and with a flick of her nimble fingers, the white cover popped off, revealing the socket core with its metal wires.

Then, she extended her right index finger and gently touched the copper piece inside.

"?"

Han Su was dumbfounded.

This woman brought him back home, he agreed, she followed him upstairs, he didn't refuse. Seeing she wasn't leaving, he thought she wanted to stay for dinner, but who would have thought she'd touch an electrical outlet?

But before he could step forward to stop her, the instant Cui Qiao touched the outlet, a faint sense of paralysis flashed through the room.

It was as if an invisible current had instantly permeated the entire room.

Han Su saw that even her hair seemed to spark with electric fire at that moment, with a few strands floating weightlessly and refusing to fall for a long time.

"As expected, it's here."

Cui Qiao's action continued for a while before she stopped. She turned and went to the corner of Han Su's room where the desk lamp was placed. She pulled out a component connected to wires and gently tossed it onto the floor.

Then, she moved around the room, pulling out similar components from various hidden locations.

She even found a camera.

She even dismantled Han Su's brand-new second-hand laptop, and sure enough, she found a device for stealing data inside.

The moment she found the first component, Han Su already knew what was going on.

Those self-important private investigators and bounty hunters had actually come to his house to plant various listening devices because of the bounty? Zhang Chiguo had guessed that something like this might happen and specifically asked her to follow him back to clear things out?

"It's fine now."

Cui Qiao threw all the items she had found onto the floor. Then, she squatted down and lightly tapped her fingers. Faint sparks flickered between her fingers, and the devices instantly charred and were rendered useless.

At the same time, in various dark corners of this vast city, people who were listening, watching, or simply using machines to record information.

They suddenly felt a burst of chaotic signals. Some heard sharp noise in their earphones, clutching their heads and crouching in pain.

Some screens suddenly flickered with strange images, their minds going blank and falling to the ground.

Some machines suddenly went into chaos, their expensive hard drives burned out.

All the eavesdroppers were punished at this moment, but the source of the punishment, Secretary Cui Qiao, said nothing. She simply said to Han Su, "It's fine now, but you should still be careful in the future."

"It's fine if your browser history is seen, but if it leads to the leakage of Disaster Management Bureau intelligence, it will be troublesome."

"..."

"Got it..."

Han Su nodded and took out two packs of instant noodles. "Are you sure you won't stay for a bite?"

"No!"

Cui Qiao looked at the instant noodles in his hand and smiled, shaking her head slightly. She continued in a businesslike manner, "By the way, you've joined the Disaster Management Bureau, so you might receive a mission soon."

"Early missions are usually just for your adaptation period, but you need to be careful. Any mission worth issuing by the Disaster Management Bureau, even an E-class one, might contain danger."

"Don't mind how boring or tedious the mission is; you must complete it seriously, as it will affect your evaluation."

"Only when your evaluation is high enough, rising from the initial C+ to A+, will you have a chance to undergo mysterious power training and become a true investigator."

"..."

Han Su asked with slight curiosity, "What you just used, was that the result of undergoing mysterious power training?"

"Yes."

Cui Qiao nodded. "It's the second clause of the Sequence Three cipher spell, obtained with the approval of the Disaster Management Bureau after completing mental penetration training."

"It's also considered my ability."